Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones is not skin and
In fact, he's fat
He doesn't pubs, he has eight or nine clubs
For the St. James Street cat!
He's the cat we all greet as we down the street
In his of fastidious black
No common-place have such well cut trousers
Or such an impeccable

In the whole of St. James's the of names is
The name of Brummell of cats
And we're all of us to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher in white spats

My visits are to the senior educational
And it is against the
For any one cat to both to that
And the Joint Superior
For a reason, when game is in season
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am frequently seen at the gay and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and

In the season of I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's succulent
And just before not a moment too soon
To drop in for a drink at the
I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
At the or at the Glutton
When I full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, pudding and mutton

In the whole of St. James's the of names is
The name of this of cats
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in spats

So much in this way Bustopher's day
At one club or he's found
It can be no that under our eyes
He has grown round

a twenty-five pounder

Or I am a

And putting on weight every day

But I'm so preserved because I've observed
All my life a and I'd say
I am in my prime, I shall last out my time

the word from this stoutest of cats

It must and it shall be in Pall Mall
While Bustopher Jones wears
Bustopher wears white
Bustopher Jones wears spats!